If you know much about me then you know I am huge on getting to know my clients and their unique stories. It is so fun to hear all your stories!
So with that in mind I thought I would start sharing a few of my own so you can get to know me as well/>. So, to kick off the series, I’m going to share the story of how my husband, George, popped the question
July 14th, 2016
That’s the day he asked the question that changed my life forever- in the best way possible. But before I get to the details there are a few things you need to know.
On July 5th George called and asked me out to the fireworks show in Carmen, and said he had something really important he needed to talk to me about. Considering that we had been having the marriage talk for a couple of months, and he had even taken me to look at rings, I figured I would return home that evening engaged to the man of my dreams.
We sat in the bed of the truck with some of his siblings watching the fireworks in awe, and I could tell he was nervous. The 4th of July is his favorite holiday (I think it has something to do with having an excuse to blow things up , but he hardly even seemed to be enjoying it.
After the show ended we loaded up so he could take me home, and he asked if I was ready to talk. I excitedly (and a bit nervously) said I was, and waited for the question.
What I got was something very different…
He told me he had got a call earlier that day from his brother-in-law offering him a job in Montana. It was a decent paying job, and an awesome opportunity, but he had to let him know by the end of the week, and if he decided to go he would be leaving the 15th. He was so torn because taking the job would give us an opportunity to get on our feet, but it also meant a 1200 miles between us, and not knowing when we would see each other again.
The next week was rough. We were together almost every day, soaking up all the time together we could get in case we decided that MT was the route we would take, but it was kind of hard to enjoy considering we spent every moment weighing our options.
After a lot of prayer and consideration we both felt like this is what we were supposed to do. Even though I knew it was right, the reality that he was moving away, and I had no certainty to how long it would be until we were together again was pretty tough to handle.
Fast forward again to July 14th. I had work that morning, but left as soon as I got off and drove straight to George’s families to spend a final evening with him before he headed out. I woke up suspicious that he would propose, but by the time I got there I had talked myself out of it. We had already made it clear to one another that we were going to get married, so I wasn’t even sure a proposal would ever happen to be honest.
When I got to his house I was greeted by several of his young siblings and they told me he wasn’t there. He’d had to go pick up some last minute items for his trip, and his sister Anna had gone along to help him.
Immediately my suspicion returned.
When they arrived back at the house they were both acting strange, which just made me that much more sure a proposal was coming. After putting away a few random items he’d gotten in town, George asked me to go on a walk with him.
We must have walked for an hour, talking about life and the future, then he stopped under the most beautiful tree and just looked at me.
I thought “well this is it…the perfect moment to propose!”
And then he didn’t
At this point I dropped all thoughts of proposals…if that wasn’t the moment, surely there wouldn’t be one.
We headed back to the house for dinner, and just before we got there he said “Hey, after dinner I want you to do something with me”. I asked what and he just said “It’s a surprise, but you have to promise you’ll just go along with it”
I told him we would see, and headed in, very curious.
Talk about the longest dinner ever. We all set and talked for what must have been a couple of hours after everyone had long since finished eating. We were having a great time, but I couldn’t stop wishing everyone would shut up so I could finally find out what was so important after dinner.
Finally George stood up and motioned me back outside. The sun was setting, and it was a gorgeous summer night. He grabbed a sack full of motor oil and headed out the door.
I followed, rather confused, and he said “I have to top off the fluids in the truck, and thought you could keep me company”
At this point I started to get a little flustered. All this mystery and he just needed to top off the fluids?! You’ve got to be kidding
So he proceeded to check the oil and do whatever else it is he does to our cars before a trip. Looks to me like pointless banging around, but I’ve always assumed there to be a greater purpose
When he was done he dusted off his hands on his blue jeans and pointed off in the distance. He didn’t say anything…it was really strange
I stared over there trying to figure out what he’d been pointing at. When I turned back he pulled a box OUT OF HIS MOTOR, and got down on one knee
He asked me to marry him, and when I could finally speak again, I blabbered yes.
His sister Anna got the whole thing on video from behind a tree a few feet away.
Turns out my man had hid the ring there as soon as they got home, and planned it that way all along.
He left as planned on the 15th, and we got married 3 weeks later on August 6th
